KIrkpatrick StreetA Poem by ShaWhen I first recovered this memory, I started to look at my life differently. Thinking about how the bad memories are the easiest to recall, thinking about all of the good I haven't recalled yet.“Double Decker house” was the name I gifted my warm green castle My mind extends a vivid memory Sitting on the carpet Small head resting on mommy’s knee Cheeks wet with tears, my tender scalp Anticipating when the combing, parting and pulling would end I was so tender-headed. “Beauty is pain.” I heard this whenever I got my hair braided I remember Uncle laughing to Mommy This memory embodies him in true form Joking and spreading light Football was on the television, Steelers and Green Bay The aroma of dinner navigating itself through the castle Once my hair's finished, Mommy looks into me Tells me I’m beautiful and hugs me tight Memories like these are harder to recap The unpleasant sits dormant Held together through People who’ve surrounded me Molded by these experiences, mirrored in my behavior Choosing not to confront the heavy cause soon I’ll be fortified Exposed and disposed are the feelings about the past Recalling what is shown to me in this form A foreign experience Holding my mind in water, am I telling my story right? Those remnants stick through while being submerged daily These patterns are nothing but a reflection Sculpted by lastingness Never denying what made and broke me © 2023 ShaAuthor's Note
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